After Yu Huaijin and Zhao Rong left one after another.
The men in the waiting booth became agitated. They looked at Zhao Rong's back as he walked away and entered the flower garden. They looked hesitant and wanted to follow him.
Han Wenfu's eyes turned red and he clenched his sleeves so hard that his fingers turned white.
"Um, Brother Han, are you okay?"
Gu Yiwu looked sideways at Han Wenfu for a few times, his tone 'concerned'.
Han Wenfu ignored him.
No, we must get it back! We must not let Huaijin eat this red fruit!
The next second, he didn't dare to hesitate anymore, leaned forward and strode outside the pavilion.
Han Wenfu suddenly felt panicked. He felt like he was about to be put on something strange that was difficult to take off, and it seemed that he had put it on himself... which made him even more panicked.
They were a pair of peculiar black-hearted red fruits. After Yu Huaijin declined silently, Han Wenfu was ready to give up. After all, these fruits could not be kept for long. Later, the guy named Zhao Ziyu asked for a taste.
After thinking about it, he gave it to him. He couldn't refuse, but he also thought about giving the other one to something interesting to eat, just for fun... The result! Huaijin took the thing.
After picking up the cucumber, he actually came back to catch the remaining red fruit!
Han Wen was about to cry but had no tears left, and his steps became even faster.
The other four seniors in the pavilion saw this, looked at each other, and quickly followed.
At this moment, a short figure suddenly jumped out of the flowers on the roadside, blocking the way of Han Wenfu who was taking the lead.
Jingzi looked back with some fear in the direction where Zhao Rong had just left, and patted Zhu Yourong's chest with her small hands, which was very convenient for saving fabric. Fortunately, she had moved quickly before...
The girl in blue breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and saw Han Wenfu, Gu Yiwu and others walking towards them.
Her eyes widened.
Want to rebel.
Everyone's footsteps suddenly stopped.
Han Wenfu saw the aunt suddenly appear again and complained endlessly. He looked in the direction of the flower garden with a look of urgency on his eyebrows, "Miss Jingzi, I have something urgent..."
"Go back and wait in the waiting booth. Don't run around." Jingzi's face tightened.
"But...no...that Zhao Ziyu, look..." Han Wenfu spoke urgently.
"What's Zhao, what's Yu, why didn't I see it? If I didn't see it, I just didn't see it. Go back quickly."
Jingzi waved her little hand.
"Miss Jingzi."
Jingzi put her hands on her hips, "Huh?"
"…………"
Not long after, the 'rebellion' was suppressed by a girl in blue, and everyone returned to the pavilion angrily.
Jingzi helped her and naughtily slid off her bookboy hat, and looked around at the men in the pavilion, her eyes fierce, like a wild cat facing a guy invading its territory, with a hint of warning, and then she turned her back.
Body, hands behind hands, looking outside the pavilion.
However, as soon as she turned her head, her face fell.
Jingzi recalled what her husband had just told her in every possible way, her eyes sparkled and her lips pursed.
When Yu Huaijin walked into the orchid garden with a sullen face, Zhu Yourong, who had been writing all night with a firefly bag in hand, had just stopped writing.
In the flower garden.
On a small elegant table, a pot of orchid tea mixed with morning dew and orchids is being brewed. Apart from a few teacups, there is also the word "正" written by someone on the table.
In front of a cluster of orchids next to the small desk, a graceful and slender woman in a Confucian shirt was bending her waist, carrying a gourd to water the water, and her profile was full of concentration.
"Good morning, sir."
Yu Huaijin saluted.
Zhu Yourong slowly put down the man in his hand, blinked and looked back, looking at the expressionless expression on his disciple's face.
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She smiled and said, "Well, my Xuanji is actually angry."
Yu Huaijin lowered his eyes and said, "No, sir, I was joking."
Zhu Yourong smiled and turned around. Even if his disciple kept a straight face all day long, there was still a difference between when he was angry and when he was not angry. Especially in the eyes of someone as familiar as her, when he was just angry, he was very rare.
It's a bit strange.
Zhu Yourong poured the remaining morning dew in the wooden ladle onto the other jade hand, cleaned it, and then took out a sea-blue silk towel to wipe the five onion fingers. After a moment of silence, he suddenly smiled and said: "Is it Mr. Zhao?
"
Yu Huaijin said nothing and glanced at the cucumber in his hand.
After Zhu Yourong washed her hands, she walked back to the table and sat down on her knees. Her waist and shoulders were straight and her posture was elegant. She reached out and gestured to the empty seat opposite the table, "Xuanji, please sit down."
Yu Huaijin bowed, sat down, and said nothing.
Zhu Yourong picked up the teapot, shook it gently, and then turned her head to look at the disciple who was staring at her.
"The mystery is to say, how did the master know about it, right?"
Yu Huaijin retracted his gaze, pursed his lips, and placed the cucumber in his hand on the table together with the little red fruit that he was too embarrassed not to accept.
She turned her eyes to the lower right, looking at the framed word '正' on the mahogany table, without saying anything.
Seeing this, the woman in Confucian shirt couldn't help laughing, "I just feel that in the academy, except Mr. Zhao, who has a temper that is inconsistent with your willfulness and mystery, no one should be able to make you angry. It's written all over his face so early in the morning.
Not happy."
She carried a pot and poured a cup of orchid tea full of the smell of morning for this close disciple, bathed in the morning dew of the dawn sky, washed the orchid petals with autumn frost, and sat in the teacup with the morning chill on the wall.
An elegant man enjoying a cup of tea.
The two women, a pair of master and disciple, sat opposite each other, following the tea ceremony etiquette, holding cups and sipping tea.
Yu Huaijin picked up the tea cup and stared at the floating orchid petals as she drank the tea. Then she couldn't help but tilt her head and glanced at the word "正" written by the man, which made her sigh, and she was silent for a moment.
"He doesn't look like a gentleman at all. He's not upright at all. I... don't like him."
she says.
Zhu Yourong's hand holding up the tea cup paused for a moment, then continued without looking at his disciple, "Oh, then I will ignore Mr. Zhao from now on and talk to him less."
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Yu Huaijin raised her head and stared intently at the respected gentleman, the preacher who led her into Confucianism. She opened her lips and asked, "Where is sir?"
"Me?" Zhu Yourong took a sip of tea, "I think Mr. Zhao is quite good..."
She put down her tea cup and didn't know what she thought of. She smiled suddenly, raised her head to meet the eyes of the old-fashioned disciple opposite, and said with a smile: "I think, I think Mr. Zhao is very interesting. People are as interesting as words. I...are both."
like."
Yu Huaijin was slightly startled, then fell silent.
The love they said just now meant the same thing. The two of them had a tacit understanding, and it was not the kind of love between a man and a woman.
But, even so...
Yu Huaijin nodded: "Okay, sir is a gentleman, and students are students."
Zhu Yourong smiled.
However, Yu Huaijin paused and emphasized again: "But a gentleman must also be a gentleman, and a student must also be a student."
Zhu Yourong was silent.
The two sentences have different meanings.
The old-fashioned woman said seriously: "Zhao Ziyu and I are both Mr.'s students."
There was silence for a moment in front of the table, only the curl of tea smoke remained the same.
After about three breaths of silence, the woman in Confucian robe lowered her head and closed her eyes, then nodded lightly, "Of course."
Yu Huaijin tightened her grip on the tea cup and loosened her hand slightly.
Afterwards, the banquet continued to become quiet, and no one spoke for a while. Everyone raised their cups to drink tea, or tilted their heads to admire the orchids.